Shen Youqing sent Lu Chengyuan, who was drunk, back home. When he was about to turn on the lights, he was unexpectedly pinned to the wall by Lu Chengyuan with his backhand. "Shen Youqing, why have you been avoiding me these days?" Lu Chengyuan asked, staring at Shen Youqing with burning eyes. "I'm not hiding from you, it's just that there are a lot of things going on these days," Shen Youqing retorted with a guilty conscience. "Oh, it turns out you're not avoiding me. I thought you didn't want to be responsible for me anymore, so you've been avoiding me these past two days." "What are you responsible for?" Shen Youqing had a question mark on her face. "You kissed me that night and told me your heartfelt feelings, which made me deeply involved. Don't you need to be responsible?" "When? I don't remember." Shen Youqing refused to admit it. "It seems that you really don't plan to be responsible for me anymore." After saying that, Lu Chengyuan buried his head and put his lips on Shen Youqing's lips. After kissing for a moment, Lu Chengyuan raised his head. "I don't remember, it doesn't matter. I am responsible for you now." Lu Chengyuan looked at Shen Youqing tenderly. Shen Youqing had never seen Lu Chengyuan like this. She felt like she was drowning in his eyes.